I walked up to guest services and asked for an upgraded suite, paying cash for the transaction. With no paperwork, the receptionist simply exchanged t...he card of 710, the old suite, with 718, the new one. Even the PA wouldn’t be able to snoop on me. would text me. I’d give the room number only to him, that too, at the last minute. I’d thought of everything, almost.With the plan set in motion, I texted my darling wife. I wanted to make sure she was absolutely comfortable and felt safe. It wasn’t. I went back to the bedroom and cuddled with James, and I realized thenhow grateful I was that I had avoided the worst and most painful aspectsof being an African-American woman.... Discrimination, social-invisibility, getting disrespected, gangs, no employment prospects,etc.... I was so lucky that I had James here to give me and my girls allthe best of this wonderful, once-in-a-lifetime experience, but none ofthe worst. We got to dress, be pretty, dance, and be totally taken careof.... How. “What do you think? ‘I’ll bet I know what she means about getting to know them better.’ Mike said laughing. ‘Do you know something that I don’t?’ Terri asked sitting down on the edge of the bed and rolling her stockings up her smooth legs. ‘Don was telling me up at the shower that Carol wants to fuck Ed!’ Mike replied checking out the expression on Terri’s face as he told her. ‘Yea she mentioned the same thing to me at the bathhouse too.’ Terri replied, looking at Mike. “What do you. 'I want my pussy red tonight. I want my pussy to be so sore tomorrowso that every time she tries to sit down she is reminded of what happenedtonight." Sir says.Eye to eye I stare mesmerized by this man. I know what is comingyet I cannot contain myself I lean forward and pushing my lips onto hisas hard as can I signal to him to do what he will with me.In rapid succession my ass continues to be his target. POW! POW!POW! POW! "OW! OW! OW! OW!"My ass feels like it is on fire with each slap.